Seemingly monotonous event where overpaid grease-monkeys drive around in shotty cars endorsed by various fast-food places and penis pills. Perhaps a cry of help originating from Lower Appalachia in a region known as Wal-Mart and Piggly-Wiggly Land. Note the resemblance of NASCAR to FASTCAR; perhaps a redneck auditory mishap. People who watch NASCAR are usually the same people who drive around in 1500 dollar cars, listen to Garth Brooks, and condemn people who have half an ounce of class.
The only thing to break the monotony of that thurr NASCAR race was that gnarly crash that killed Dale Earnheart Sr! Perfect 10, 10, 10, and ooh, a 9.5 from the Russians; truly an atheletic event to bear witness to.